Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

After nightfall, Xinyang finally returned to his own room.

When I opened the door, I expected to see a room full of dust, but the reality was completely unexpected. The whole room was exceptionally tidy, even cleaner than when I lived there.

This discovery surprised Xinyang. "They said I was dead, yet they still came to clean my room. Humph, they say one thing and mean another." Thinking of this, Xinyang felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He returned to the familiar table. He and Linghua had worked together on light novels at this table for countless days and nights. Those beautiful memories seemed to be still vivid in his mind, but now, there was only a diary lying there quietly.

Wait, a diary... Countless possibilities flashed through Xinyang's mind. "My diary should have been under my pillow. If the servants were cleaning my room, they wouldn't dare to move my personal belongings without permission! So, who could it be... Could it be Thomas? Hmm... It's very likely. After all, he's the Kamisato family's housekeeper, so it's only natural for him to clean my room."

With a nervous heart, Xinyang slowly opened the diary. At a glance, he could clearly see several wet spots. Judging by the shape of these marks, they couldn't have been caused by accidentally knocking over a cup of water; instead, they looked more like dripping tears. Thinking of this, Xinyang's heart trembled.

"Could it be that... Linghua has read this diary? Oh no, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's bad! Almost half of this diary is filled with cheesy love words written to her! How should I face her if she sees it..." Thinking of this, Xinyang felt his face burning, as if he could feel Linghua's shyness and embarrassment when she read these love words.

As he continued to flip through the pages, Xinyang's heart sank. He saw that all the cheesy words he had written to Linghua had been underlined with a pen of another color, and he immediately felt ashamed.

Xinyang held his slightly hot forehead and murmured to himself, "Why did I come back? How can I face Linghua in this state in the future?" When he thought of this, Xinyang felt his face burning, as if he could feel Linghua's shyness and embarrassment when she saw these love words.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside. Xin Yang was startled and quickly stood up, preparing to open the door to check the situation outside. However, before he could reach the door, the door of the room was kicked open with a "bang".

Xinyang looked tremblingly at Linghua at the door. Linghua walked towards him step by step, muttering: "Xinyang, please don't go, please don't go..." Before she finished speaking, Linghua rushed forward like a hungry tiger and hugged Xinyang tightly.

Xinyang was startled by Linghua's sudden action, but still gently stroked her head and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Linghua did not answer, but buried her head in Xinyang's arms, holding his clothes tightly with both hands, fearing that Xinyang would disappear if she let go.

Xinyang wanted to take Linghua back to her room, but Linghua hugged Xinyang tightly and wouldn't let him move. She warned him fiercely, "Don't leave! Don't even think about leaving this house again!"

Xinyang sensed Linghua's fear and anxiety, patted her back carefully, and whispered to her in comfort, "Don't worry, I'll listen to you and stay with you forever."

After a while, Linghua's emotions seemed to stabilize a little. She choked up a little and said, "Please don't take risks again. I'm really scared."

Xinyang sighed inwardly, it seemed that he would not be able to escape tonight.

"I promise you, I will accompany my Linghua every day from now on, okay?" After hearing Xinyang's promise, Linghua slowly let go of his hand, but her eyes were still full of vigilance and uneasiness.

"I...just had a nightmare. Can you stay with me tonight?"

Xinyang agreed without hesitation, "No problem, I'll accompany you every night from now on."

Linghua turned lightly and skipped back to her room.

Xin Yang took a deep breath, trying to ease his nervousness a little. When he was about to step out of the room, he was surprised to see Ling Hua appear in front of him, holding a pillow.

The moment their eyes met, Linghua was the first to break the silence: "What are you still standing there for? My blanket is still in the room, go get it for me! Or are you planning on sleeping without a blanket tonight?"

Xinyang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and quickly said, "Oh, so you want to sleep in my room." As soon as he finished speaking, he ran to get a quilt for Linghua.

After the bed was made, Xinyang couldn't help but ask, "What if my brother finds out?"

"What should we do? What else do you want to do?" Linghua looked at Xinyang suspiciously.

"Dry"

Linghua???

Xinyang explained in a panic, "No, that... I mean, I'm afraid my brother won't allow us to do this... After all, there are differences between men and women. If he knew we were sleeping in the same bed, he would definitely be furious!"

Linghua rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "What are you thinking? I just want you to stay by my side. Don't you think your brother will even allow me to do that? Or... do you have other ideas?"

Xinyang quickly waved his hands and stammered, "No, no, I thought so too. Yes, that's what I thought." He secretly glanced at Linghua and secretly complained in his heart. How could this clumsy mouth of his not be able to speak at the critical moment!

Linghua seemed to see through Xinyang's thoughts. She snorted and reached out to draw a 38th parallel on the bed. Then she looked at Xinyang proudly and said, "I don't care what you think, you are not allowed to cross this line tonight. Otherwise..." She deliberately dragged out her voice, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

Xinyang's heart tightened, and he quickly nodded and agreed: "Okay, okay, I got it." Xinyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as he didn't annoy Linghua, it would be fine.

However, looking at the obvious dividing line, he felt helpless and embarrassed. He silently said to himself, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is emptiness. Emptiness is form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form." This night was destined to be a difficult one!